A/n: Hi guys!! I'm back again with the second chapter! Can I ask you a favor? Can you please review!! It gives me extra energy to write chapters, I mean, if you do review, I wouldn't feel like all my hardwork for the chapters is rubbish. Okay! Here's the second chapter, hope you like it!

His Sister?!

Chapter 2: Underestimated

Draco Malfoy stared blankly at the inside ceiling of his four-poster bed. He wasn't really tired; in fact, he can barely sleep at all. He's stomach was pleading for food, but he also felt that he would throw up if he ate. There was a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He can't decide whether it's the feeling of resentment or rejection that upsets him the most. He rolled over and covered his face with a pillow and quickly dozed off.

Meanwhile, in the Great Hall, where students were eating rather enthusiastically, a buzz of excitement echoed through the area about the new professor.

'Malfoy? I thought Draco Malfoy was the last descendant of the Malfoy clan?'

'Who could she be?'

'Maybe they just have the same surname'

'I never knew the Malfoys had a daughter.'

The topic about the mysterious identity of the professor rang throughout the hall. Even the trio had their own whispered discussion.

"You know, there's something dodgy about that professor." Harry wondered out loud.

"You're right Harry, her being a Malfoy and all that." Ron assumed eagerly.

"Yeah, and the fact that she's not even near thirty is another curious thing." Hermione said while scooping mashed potato on her plate. "She's too young for the job."

"What a fraud. There's no way she could be a Malfoy." Muttered Harry as he ate a turkey leg.

"Yes, her hair is a bit of a giveaway isn't it? I mean, all the Malfoys had blonde hair." Hermione said once again.

"Youn owf sher ilysa mar foyshic oudbe marf oysister." Ron mumbled with his mouth full of kidney pie.

"In English, Ron?" Hermione snapped irritably.

Ron gulped and drank some pumpkin juice before saying; "I meant, if she really is a Malfoy, she could be Malfoy's sister."

"Could be a possibility." Harry muttered under his breath.

"Let's just wait how he reacts tomorrow, and we'll know." Hermione whispered half-way through her treacle tart.

The following day, Draco was in a very surly mood. Everybody kept casting him dirty look and anxious glances as he walked to his classes. He didn't really participate attentively in class, well, that was until Defense against the Dark Arts.

Draco was gazing outside the window when Professor Malfoy entered the classroom. His absentminded face changed into an appalled expression.

"What are you doing here!" he demanded at the top of his voice. "Why are you here?!"

"Wha-"said the woman apparently abashed. "…Draco? Is that…really you?"

"Yeah, this is me! Why are you here?"Draco shouted once again, with rage etched in every corner of his face.

Professor Malfoy ran at Draco's seat and embraced him tightly, with tears welling up in her cerulean eyes.

"What are you…don't be..." Draco mumbled while the whole class stared at them with a bewildered expression.

Finally, Professor Malfoy got a hold of herself and stopped sobbing, noticing the class for the first time. "I'm so sorry, class…I-, well I guess I better explain this to you-, Draco," he put a hand over his shoulder. "…is my little brother. I haven't seen him for a long time, and I didn't expect him to still be in Hogwarts, so you can just imagine how blissful I felt in seeing him."

"So you're his..." Hermione muttered.

"Sister." Professor Malfoy replied.

"I told you so." Ron whispered to Harry smugly.

Draco, on the other hand, didn't look quite pleased with the situation. 'Great. First I get hated to hell by being a Death Eater and now my (CENSORED) sister shows up, and tells them my life story. Great. Just splendid.' He thought dully. 'How could my life get any worse?'

Out of rage and humiliation Draco ran outside the classroom and straight to McGonagall's office (he knew the Stone Gargoyle's password of course. A/N: Don't ask me, I don't know why.)

As soon as he opened the door and saw McGonagall there, He shouted. "How could you let that woman teach here?"

Professor McGonagall remained calm and said slowly. "Because I wanted her to."